wanna tell you all a story, about this chick i know. they call her amphetamine annie, and she’s always shovelin’ snow. i sat her down and told her, i told her crystal clear i don’t mind you gettin’ high but there’s one thing you should fear your mind might think it’s flyin’ baby on those little pills but you ought to know it’s dyin’, cause – speed kills!

but annie kept on speedin’, her health was gettin’ poor she saw things in the window, she heard things at the door her mouth was like a grindin’ mill, her lips where cracked and soar her skin was turnin’ yellow, i just couldn’t take it no more she thought her mind was flyin’ on those litte pills she didn’t know it was going down fast, cause – speed kills!

— solo —

yaaaa, speed can kill you too baby, yaa

well i sat her down and told her, i told her one more time the whole wide human raice has taken far too much melamine she said “i don’t care what a limey says, i got to get it on i’m not hip to the seen of the man who come from across the pond.” she wouldn’t heed my warning, lord she wouldn’t hear what i said now she’s here in the grave yard, and she’s awfully dead.

ya, speed gonna kill you! anybody. speed will get you! speed from over the pond. there ain’t no hope baby… yaa, aah hah. spoon a spoon a spoon… huah…